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     So just shut the hell up already.

     Who do you think you are anyway?  I'll tell you who you are.

     You're a hypocrite.  Stop living your life in duplicity.  Plastic.  Take off that mask already; it's useless, I can see right through it.  Just watch as your exterior corrodes.  Transparent, the enigma has vanished.

     That's right.  I can see right through you.

     I watch as you give into him, give into them.  Is it the money that has claimed you?  Is it the power?  I can see your fallacious piety, hearing you "lead me not into temptation" every single Sunday.  But you have been tempted, you no longer have a soul to sell.

     You don't scare me anymore.  You no longer have the power.  You've lost control of everything, it no longer revolves around you.  Your reign has come to an end, the fairytale is over.  An apocryphal life.  You are not the euthanasia that will save us all.  You are now only a distant effigy of who you used to be.  You will now what it's like to burn.

     Don't even attempt to destroy the reflection, the reminder of the depravity of your being.  If you try to kill it, it will just multiply.

     I wake up feeling dead inside.  As do they.  They, whom you have raped of their happiness.  The hourglass is slipping away and the memories of you are taken from my mind.  And the blood just tastes cold to me because I do not need your sympathy and your sarcastic smile.  The hushed tears turn into a rhythmic lullaby.

     But suddenly the voices only heard off camera cry out to me.

     Flashback to a time when you could hear laughter.  Flashback to a time when butterfly dreams flew freely.  Flashback to a time when I wanted your protection.

     To a time when you used to love me.

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     So just shut the hell up already.

     Who do you think you are anyway?  I'll tell you who you are.

     You're a hypocrite.  Stop living your life in duplicity.  Plastic.  Take off that mask already; it's useless, I can see right through it.  Just watch as your exterior corrodes.  Transparent, the enigma has vanished.

     That's right.  I can see right through you.

     I watch as you give into him, give into them.  Is it the money that has claimed you?  Is it the power?  I can see your fallacious piety, hearing you "lead me not into temptation" every single Sunday.  But you have been tempted, you no longer have a soul to sell.

     You don't scare me anymore.  You no longer have the power.  You've lost control of everything, it no longer revolves around you.  Your reign has come to an end, the fairytale is over.  An apocryphal life.  You are not the euthanasia that will save us all.  You are now only a distant effigy of who you used to be.  You will now what it's like to burn.

     Don't even attempt to destroy the reflection, the reminder of the depravity of your being.  If you try to kill it, it will just multiply.

     I wake up feeling dead inside.  As do they.  They, whom you have raped of their happiness.  The hourglass is slipping away and the memories of you are taken from my mind.  And the blood just tastes cold to me because I do not need your sympathy and your sarcastic smile.  The hushed tears turn into a rhythmic lullaby.

     But suddenly the voices only heard off camera cry out to me.

     Flashback to a time when you could hear laughter.  Flashback to a time when butterfly dreams flew freely.  Flashback to a time when I wanted your protection.

     To a time when you used to love me.